The 7:00 PM Pill: When “Nice” Isn’t Enough to Stay Married

Here, it was just air. Empty air, humming like a fluorescent light.

I fell asleep holding Buster’s leash like it was a lifeline.

At 10:30 AM, my phone rang. It was my oldest son, Kyle.

He doesn’t call unless something is wrong. He’s a text kid. A “thumbs up” and “k” kind of man.

“Mom?” he said, and his voice already sounded tight.

I sat up too fast. “What continue reading …